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Another ridiculous association that Artie has relates to the fact that, I swear, he can tell time.
We go for our nighttime walk at the same time each evening. It doesn't matter if he was out running in the backyard just 15 minutes before that time, or if he's fast asleep on my lap while we're watching a movie. When THAT TIME is on the clock, Artie jumps off my lap, sits at my feet, and gives me the stare-down. "It's THAT TIME! Let's GO, lady!"
I guess he's just like me -- a creature of habit and not much for spontaneity.
My guy's do that at their 'suppah' time. Even when the clocks change, they get the time right.
If I walk normally, no one notices. If I even look like I am trying to be sneaky, they are all over it. I started to wonder how far this goes.
Turns out if I just look at them, they just look back at me. But if I start to make my eyes big and look all sneaky and suspicious, they jump up and are all over me again. So weird.
Oh, and my youngest dog is racist against brown men (except for my dad and brother) because (I think) she really HATES the yard guys and their loud leaf blowers. So no innocent brown man can even walk down the street without her going absolutely apesh**.
Oh and as for associations - collars coming off = BATH TIME. I take a collar off, turn around to put in on the counter, all of a sudden I'm 1 dog short while 2 other collared dogs are standing there staring at me with a suspicious look.
Disappearing dogs when the collars come off!!
Yup, Rudy knows that one too! If the collar comes off, he suddenly gets that REALLY worried look on his face... "uh-oh, I know what this means - and I'm not gonna like it!"
My dogs know everything but my male GSD's main thing is "helping" me with the horses. If I am even slightly off my (his?) usual schedule, he goes "woo-woo-woo," at me, and it is clear he is accusing me of being a lazy bum.
He thinks he and my TB gelding are equals and kindred spirits. When I go into the barn, he makes a beeline for his buddy, and when I pour the pellets into the gelding's dish, Mister slips between the rails of the gate and stands side by side with the TB, sharing it until I call him away.
My TB tolerates it, but gives me a kind of confused look, as though asking me why this dog thinks he is a horse. Mister does not seem aware of the size difference between him and a 16.3 hand horse.
Speaking of animal identity confusion, I have long thought that our house cat thinks he is a dog, so it gave me and my husband quite a laugh when we had our barn roof re-shingled this summer, and the roofer's little kids were around, and in watching the dogs and the cat, the little girl said to her father, "That cat thinks he's a dog."
We've only had Daisy since June, and so besides the normal leash sound, it's just the sound of velcro. For most of the summer, I put on Teva sandals when I walked her, so whenever she heard that she'd think it's time for a walk. It's not the most common sound, so it's not a problem. Only my husband's cycling gloves make that same sound.
If you put your hand in your pocket, she thinks she's getting a treat. Sometimes she'll even sit for this non-existant treat. Then I feel bad that I don't have one.
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My dogs know everything but my male GSD's main thing is "helping" me with the horses. If I am even slightly off my (his?) usual schedule, he goes "woo-woo-woo," at me, and it is clear he is accusing me of being a lazy bum.
